Staring at the small fingers upon the keys,
I prayed, “God, give me words for my fingers.
Give me words for the world”.

The speakers in my soul resound this music:

In numbers, I have no wealth.
Right now, I have nothing.
Inside, however, I am rich.

I am richer than I have ever been,
or ever hope to be.

I say these things with tears and smiles.
Waves of emotion and words crying out thanks to God.
I should be terrified, but I feel peace.